High on a steep mountain lived a young mountain goat who loved to explore the narrow cliff paths.
The trails were beautiful, winding along rocky edges where clouds floated below. The goat was strong and sure-footed, and he believed he could walk anywhere without danger.
One afternoon, while chasing a butterfly along the path, his hoof slipped on loose gravel. Pebbles tumbled down the cliff, disappearing into the fog below.
The young goat froze.
An older goat watching from a nearby rock said calmly, "These paths are beautiful, but they are not harmless."
The young goat looked down at the edge and felt the wind rushing past the cliff.
"What should I do?" he asked.
The older goat led him to a place where travelers had placed wooden rails along the most dangerous parts of the trail.
"We build rails," the elder said, "not because we plan to fall-but because we understand the mountain."
The young goat began helping place wooden posts along the narrow path.
Soon the trail was safer. The cliff was still there, the wind still blew, but the rails protected those who walked the path.
And the young goat learned something important.
Wisdom was not pretending danger did not exist.
Wisdom was preparing for it.